Romantic Mishaps

My time in Austria contained a number of great experiences I loved, and a similar number of shitty situations that were terrible due to our ass of a club president. One of those things happened to be my living situation. This was a club I wanted to be a part of for the entire winter, and had to be pushy for them to just write up a contract to give me, even though they verbally expressed they intended to sign me. One piece of the contract they were not able to sort out was the living situation. They had expressly stated that finding an apartment for me and the other import to share would be no issue, but months passed and nothing came about. We came to agree that if they couldn’t find a place for me to live by March 1st, I was free to find another club. This agreement was trash though, because no one finds a club after March 1st.

Swedish music festivals are a hidden treasure in Europe. I can’t consider myself much of a music festival goer myself but they’ve got it down pat. There was a music festival in a small rural town about 30 minutes away from where I was living, that was known for it’s free spirit.

While living in Barcelona I went on a road trip with two other American ball players. In 7 days we went down and around the Iberian Peninsula, hitting 6 cities across 3 countries. Lots can be told about the trip, much of which would unravel into stories of their own. As you can imagine on a trip like this (lots of places, little time) the days are pretty action packed. However, it is maybe the least memorable day of the trip that led to one of the more memorable scenarios of my time in Spain. On day 4 we stopped in Cadiz, an old city in the southwest of Spain that feels like it’s made entirely of cobblestone. Also the city where I met Giulia.